and sit in front of the fire

Be More Chill If I Was a Zombie


Michael knew the rest of the group didn’t trust him and Jeremy. They shouldn’t but that still didn’t help when he went to sleep at night afraid they’d hurt Jeremy for his condition. Especially now that Rich was gone.

It was risky. Taking a member of the group. But Jeremy needed fresh meat. He was about to have an episode again and that would end in disaster. Rich was surprisingly easy to lure out away from the group. Just say somebody needed help and he’d come running. Michael didn’t like taking advantage of people’s good nature but Jeremy needed food.

Turns out Michael wasn’t joking when he called Rich snack sized. Two days later and Jeremy was already hungry again. Way too early to take another member of the group without becoming suspicious.

They were sitting in front of the fire the group had made earlier, Michael laying down on the ground with Jeremy nearby groaning from under the cloth around his mouth. Michael got closer to his zombified boyfriend and wrapped his arms around Jeremy.


“Shhh, dude I know you’re hungry but I can’t feed you tonight.”

“Uhmmm…” Jeremy’s vaguely sad noises made Michael hold him tighter.

“I’m sorry.” Jeremy sat up, bringing Michael with him. He rubbed his face up and down Michael’s. He was trying to rub the gag off. Michael pushed him away. “No, bad Jeremy, you know we can’t do that.”


“You’re starving, what if you hurt somebody?” Michael tried glaring at Jeremy but when his eyes met Jeremy’s unbelievably sad ones he froze. Jeremy bumped him on the nose. Their version of a kiss. “…fine…just close your eyes, okay?” Jeremy nodded. “Okay.”

Jeremy closed his eyes as he felt the cloth come off as he leaned forward. He knew he wasn’t supposed to but he wanted to actually kiss Michael again. He opened his eyes and pulled away surprised to see Michael’s smiling face. “Michael!”

“Jeremy!” They were hugging again, Michael kissing him again. Jeremy was happy, Michael wasn’t afraid of him!

“Michael, I’m so happy….”

“Jeremy y-you’re talking again! And your face-” Michael caressed his face, running his hand over Jeremy’s cheek. There was smooth skin where a chunk had been missing.

“I know dude.”

“God Jeremy, I missed you so much!”

“Me too Mike. Me too.” They say there holding each other, happy. Jeremy wished there was a way this moment could last forever. The loud ringing in his ears grew but he didn’t care, he had his Michael back.


“Oh my God.”

“Brooke, we should’ve known this would happen eventually.” The teenagers gathered around the now unmoving bodies that had been shot in the head. Jake was still shaking as he held the gun. Chloe was comforting the crying Christine who had been when the one to find Jeremy eating Michael’s face. Jake showed up soon after her scream, shooting both Jeremy and Michael in the head so that they wouldn’t come back up again.

“H-hopefully they’re in a better place now.”


anonymous asked:

niles pillow talk?

You woke up to the sound of heavy breathing

Niles was sitting on the floor in front of you, head buried in his hands

“Niles? What are you doing? Come back to bed.” You poked his back

He turned around to you

Tears were streaming down his face

“Did I wake you, babe? My apologies.” he wore a painful smile

“N-Niles…” you stuttered.

You grabbed one of the spare blankets on the edge of the bed and placed yourself on the space next to him

You wrapped the blanket around both of you

He pulled you into his lap. You nestled closer, listening to the rapid beating of his heart

“Another nightmare?” you whispered up to him

He nodded

“They’ve been getting worse than usual…” he sighed.

“It’s getting close to that day again. Maybe that’s why.” you offered

He touched his eyepatch gently, his other arm tightening its grip on you

“Perhaps.” he closed his eye

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Never leave me.”

“I’ll stay with you till death and far after.”

He smiled and ruffled your hair

“So serious!” he laughed softly

“Don’t be like that.” You smiled

“Alright, I accept your offer.”

He kissed you on the head

“But you’re stuck with me now! No returns!”

Back in time


Part1 / Part2 / Part3 /…

A/N: I found some time and decided to continue with this story. I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made.

Word count:  3,880

Warnings: None.

 His hands were holding onto your body.You looked up slowly awaiting to see the face of an old man, like those you knew from textbooks, yet you didn’t. His eyes were gazing at you, with every blink he was pulling you more and more into his deep world. The way he looked at you was making you feel like the only person in this world. The castle drowned in silence, the shadows in the room dancing from the movements of the little fires, that were slowly melting away each candle. 

  Almost as a sound made from a flute, the night wind made its way inside the room, twirling around the ends of your hair, almost like they were trying to envelop the body of the man in front of you.He had a strong frame peeking from under his loosely sitting hanbok. Unlike yours his was very lightly placed onto his body.

 The way his blonde hair almost mimicked the waves of the ocean was astonishing. The moon behind him created a certain balance between the silver light that it was casting onto his back and the golden locks he had. Everything about him was like the physique of a god. Even his lips were tinted in a light cherry blossom color. 

  Your mind returned to this land once more as you felt his hand leave your body and walk slowly back. You relaxed slightly, but didn’t move. He focused on you again when he took his seat farther away from you, almost at the end of the room, right next to the window.

“I don’t eat people.”you jolted from his words, which made him chuckle to himself.On the small table in front of him there was food, which you noticed once the sound of the metal chopsticks echoed in the room. The atmosphere was very dense, until something cut it like a sharp knife.


 You looked at the ground, wide eyed and blushed in a very deep shade of pink. It took you a few minutes to gather up the courage to take a glance up. The man was staring at you with raised brows and a very peculiar look.In a matter of seconds he burst out laughing, which made you want to just jump out of the window.

“I see you are hungry.”he wiped away the small tear forming into his eyes and made a gesture, making you come closer. Once you reached His Highness, he passed you a set of chopsticks.

“Come on, take them.”with a trembling hand you reached out and took them, sitting down in front of him “It’s not that bad now is it?”he asked as he looked at you place a piece of food in your mouth. Nodding your head was the only reaction/answer you could give him right now. After you finished eating, he looked at you, while leaning back. Your posture was straight and very tense.He crooked his head to the side as he eyed you up and down.His neck moved to the ceiling 

“You are something else.” 

  You had an expression that obviously was wanting an explanation to this very strange assumption.

“You beat up 4 guards, not to mention what you called me.”at the last part of his sentence your head shot up. You panicked on the inside, wondering what you said.By his look you couldn’t figure out if you insulted the emperor or not.

“I am sorry.”

 “Hm?” he moved his head back to you from the colors of the ceiling.He let out a strong breath that at the end turned into a small smile as he closed his eyes for a moment, before focusing on you again “You really are something out of this world.I never said you did anything wrong, why apologize?Plus that you look like someone who likes talking, yet this is your first time saying anything to me.” waiting and waiting, he almost lost the thought that you were going to say anything, when you lips parted

“You have authority over me you Highness. I am not allowed to speak without your permission.” a sentence that you remembered from an old drama you watched a long time ago

“I am starting to thing you might be from an even farther land than I thought. I don’t know how your lords and rulers govern their lands, but I am not like that.Even the lowest of men know that they have the right to speak their mind, if not silenced by me.” he stood up and walked towards the little open space that somewhat looked like a balcony “Come.”he said and you followed him. It was obviously made for people to sit and look at the world, so you did.

“Since you seem to be unaware for our way of life, I shall explain a few things to you.” he pointed at the two buildings on each side of the castle “Those two places you already know, the court women and the healer live side by side as they are almost one and the same. On the other side we have the house where my brothers live.”

“Taehyung?”you looked down at the ground as you realized that you spoke of a prince by his first name, but the emperor smiled at you.His eyes formed little moons, and his lips such sweet and warm sunshine smile.

“Yes.My 6th brother.” 

 The way he was now made you relax, your posture loosed and he noticed that.

“Your Highness?”


“I only know of the 7th and 6h prince, are there more?” it was normal for emperor’s to have many children, which most of the time lead to wars in the family for the throne.

“The 7th prince is named Jeon Jungkook, he was the one who came to pick you up.I promise you, he is not a bad kid, he just acts like that sometimes. The 6th is Kim Taehyung, a very happy guy and the general of our army.I am the 5th-Park Jimin.Me and Taehyung were born in the same year, but I am October and he is December, so that is why I am the older one between us two. The 3rd is called Jung Hoseok, a prince with a bubbly personality, he is like the Sun in human form, the second brother is Min Yoongi, very sleepy, you won’t be able to see him much I can grantee that.Since I was born I have seen my brother only 12 times maybe. And the oldest is Kim SeokJin, you can meet him if you go to the kitchen.He loves food and preparing it, interesting guy if I have to say so myself.”  the emperor looked up at the sky and rested his arm onto the wooden sill, looking part, of the balcony

“My Lord, you missed the 4th brother.” he didn’t move, only the sounds of cracking wood could be noticed, until you saw his hand

“We don’t talk about him here and you shouldn’t too if you know what is good for you.As far as the people living on these lands know there are only 5 princes and 1 emperor. “

“Then why do you still say that the last is the 7th if only 6 of you live here?”

“You seemed to have gotten quite comfortable around me.”his look was piercing for a moment, before it went back to normal “We simply don’t mention the existence of the 4th.”

“Like Lord Voldemort.”

“Is that one of your leaders?” 

 Of course he wouldn’t know who Voldemort was, hello this is decades before J.K Rowling was even born or her parents as a matter of fact.

“Well no, he is a bad person from a um……old story.”

“I am interested to hear of it.” you were a bit surprised from his curiosity, but you proceeded with telling it to him.

“The hero in this story is called Harry Potter, a brave boy who was very talented and fortunate to escape the deadly magic of Lord Voldemort.”

“This Voldemort of which you speak had sorcery on his side!?”gasped the emperor 

“They all did Your Highness.I can stop if you wish.”

“No, continue.I want to know more of this Potter Harry.” in general the books were really interesting, but the hard part was explaining it to someone who lived ages ago and doesn’t know half of the things mentioned in the stories. You had to make it understandable for him.Nonetheless you tried your best.

“Harry’s parents were killed by he who must not be named.”

“This Voldemort person, right?” you nodded and continued 

“Harry lived with his aunt, uncle and cousin, which were very mean and evil. His life changes on the day of his eleventh birthday when he receives a letter of acceptance into a School of Witchcraft and Wizardry named Hogwarts, delivered by a half-giant named Rubeus Hagrid after previous letters had been destroyed by his aunt and uncle themselves.”

“These people must be locked away and executed for causing such harm to a child!” Jimin rose his hand up towards the stars 

“ Hagrid explains Harry’s hidden past as the wizard son of James and Lily Potter, who were once students of the school.”

“The people in your lands have very strange names.” the emperor lifted a brow  

“They do Your Highness. Hagrid introduces Harry to the wizarding world, bringing him to places filled with wonder and magic.” and so you were telling him the whole story of the first book as well as you remembered it.

  Time passed by fast for you, before you knew it the sun had started to rise and the all mighty emperor was sleeping like a child onto your lap.You didn’t say a word, worried that you might wake him up from his slumber. Even as he slept he looked gorgeous. 

“Mmmmm.”he muffled, pulling your attention away from the dawn and to his hair.He was shining just like the bright morning sun. You noticed that a strand of his wavy hair was tickling his nose, so you gently reached out and pulled it back.

 Unconsciously his adorableness brought a smile onto your lips. A slight creaking sound entered your ears.

“Court lady An!”you gasped silently and proceeded with getting up, when she almost screamed 

“No!” she walked over to you and bent down to look at the man sleeping onto your lap

“I didn’t mean to stay here!I am sorry!”you panicked, who knows what she was thinking right now, in this time period anything was possible.After all those drama deaths you were scared out of your mind.Lady An placed her hand onto your lips and looked at you

“It’s ok.”she stood up slowly “His Highness has been suffering from insomnia since the age of 4.This is the first time I have ever seen his this peaceful.” fixing up her hanbok a bit she just walked out of the room without a word, leaving you there.

 As you looked once more towards the morning sun, you thought to yourself, letting all kinds of things run through your head. Who would have thought that a day would come when the head of an emperor of such power would lay onto your lap. 


“It is isn’t it.”you lips suddenly parted 

  Looking down you were met with the same intense look as last night.

“I didn’t mean the morning.” he was still gazing upon you, making you avert your eyes.He stood up slowly ,when you got up and bowed before him.

“I apologize for staying here My Lord .I will take my leave immediately.” before he could say anything you flew out of the room and castle, hiding behind its big  walls. You slid down the cold stone and hid your face inside your hands. This place was changing you, if it was you from a month ago you wouldn’t be saying this at all. Even the way you acted and spoke had changed.Your posture was better and you learned a lot about this dynasty.

“Ah!”someone gasped and you looked up noticing the 6th “Y/N! I have been searching for you.” running to you with a smile, he helped you stand up and patted your hanbok at a few places that had gotten dirty “Brother this is her!”he said to someone standing behind him “The girl that Jungkook brought on brother’s orders.”

“She seems like a very sweet girl.”the man had brown hair with a strong red undertone to it, his eyes were radiating positivism and energy.The way he smiled was almost like the sun itself was materializing from his lips.He reached out his hand and you looked up at him.

“Sun like smile…”he looked at you a bit confused “Are you perhaps the 3rd brother?Prince Jung Hoseok?” 

“Oh.”he smiled even more “You know who I am, that is a bit surprising to me.Did you tell her Tae?” he shook his head 

“His Highness the emperor told me of you prince.”you bowed realizing to whom you were talking to

“There is no need for such formalities with me.”he helped you raise your head “Call me Hoseok, you have earned it, from what my brother and the servants have told me.”

“Mhm, she is really strong.”nodded Taehyung “You can call me by my first name too.We are friends after all.”he stuck his tongue out

“I heard you were in brother’s quarters until this morning.He must have really take a liking to you.I heard that all the other concubines were let go to their homes.”


“I don’t mean it in ‘that’ way.”Hoseok panicked 

“Brother be more precise when you talk about this things.”Tae looked at you and explained “Our brother has insomnia since very little and he can’t sleep at night at all. The royal concubines were princesses from far lands that were supposed to help him somewhat fall asleep.Many claimed that they had the cure, but no one had succeed in doing it.”

“Until now that is.”added Hoseok “Court Lady An let the girls go early this morning while the sun was rising, she looked a bit surprised when I say her leave brother’s room.”he patted your back “You did well.”

“Hey, Y/N?” Tae looked at you “Have you eaten yet?”you shook your head “OH NO!” both the 3rd and 6th prince grabbed your hands and pulled you inside the castle walls once more, to an open area on the last floor. It had a roof to cover from the rays, but you could see everything from there and also feel the cooling wind.Before you knew it the food had arrived and you were sitting there, waiting.”We will eat in a bit.”said Tae

“We are waiting for the royal brothers to gather up.”explained more in depth Hoseok

“Morning everyone.”someone said and you looked in his direction 

“Morning Kook.” you saw him and recognized his face immediately.Standing up you bowed “Oh it’s you.”he said “Hey stop that, there is no need for it.”you looked up at him.Jimin was right he wasn’t such a bad person as you thought, he just had to keep his status.

“Yoongi come on!”someone yelled out “Stop drooling onto my shoulder!!!You have legs, use them!” 

  A very handsome man walked in the room and on his back there was another with interesting hair color, just sleeping. 

“This is the eldest and the second eldest brother.”

“Prince Kim SeokJin, Prince Min Yoongi.”you bowed to them too

“Why so formal?”he had the beauty of a goddess “Just call me Jin, it’s shorter.”he winked and send you a very peculiar kiss, even for someone like you who comes from the 21st century. 

“Yeah, what he said. If you use my full name I will fall asleep before you can tell me anything. Yoongi is just fine by me.”the princes sat down 

“We won’t behead you because of that.” laughed out Jungkook as he took a sip from his tea

“I see you all are as lively as ever, if not a bit more.”

“Brother!”Taehyung jumped up “You look well rested!”

“I am.”Jimin sat down in a seat in between the two lines that were formed by the princes and you as well.His place was a bit higher up, that was to be expected after all.

“I haven’t seen you this glowing since you were a baby.”said Jin

“I feel amazing as well. Who knew sleep could be this replenishing for the body.” 

“It’s normal after all.Most body functions work the best at night, a lot of your cells regenerate during that time.”

“Cells?”asked Hoseok

“Yeah.The same way a wall is build from very small stones, so are your bodies.Instead of stones we have cells.”

“Astonishing!”gasped Taehyung “You are so knowledgeable.”

“Maybe in her lands people are very well informed about the body.”suggested Jin

“Everyone knows this where I come from.”you realized soon after that what you were talking about was discovered way way farther in time.It was a better decision not to say anything more, who knows what your information from the future could do to the space time continuum “I am glad Your Highness is well rested.I hope this will continue.”you changed the subject fast

“It will. You will come tonight to my room at the same time.” you almost choked on your tea after hearing him say that “Is something wrong?”the sharpness his eyes acquired at that moment was almost freezing “No My Lord.”

  Before you knew it Lady An had send the court women to get you. The whole day they were bathing you in different kinds of herbs and applying oils.

“Why are you doing this?”you asked as Lady An was observing the girls 

“The emperor has shown great interest in you, so you must look the part each time you go to see him. Since this morning there are no more royal concubines, so you are the only one left that can help His Highness get over his childhood insomnia.You will be spending every night by his side until he gets better.”

“WHAT!”you gasped “That is a really long time, don’t you think?”

“Are you going against royal orders?”that question was enough to shut you up till night fell and the sweet relaxing smell of the moon lit darkness danced around the lands. You were once more left alone in front of the emperor’s room.You knocked on the doors and proceeded with walking in. This time your eyes were meant with his stopless body.He had removed the top of the hanbok and let it hang onto his waist.

“Come here, I have been waiting for you.” hesitantly you took one step after the other, untill you were up the steps in the middle of the room that led to his bed. He was laying on his side, leaning on his elbow. Jimin patted the spot next to him and you sat down.

“What story will you be telling me tonight?”he asked with his deep dark eyes engulfing you

“If we continue like this My Lord our nights will turn into those of ‘One Thousand and One Nights ‘.” you said

“What is this?”he asked and you explained 

“It’s a story My Lord.It speaks of a young maiden called Scheherazade.She was a beautiful young maiden that was married off by her father to the, um…emperor of her lands.”you had to find words that replaced ones like vizier as he couldn’t possibly know of them.You explained to him why the king of those lands took countless women as wives and how their lives ended.

“That emperor that you speak of in the story is very bloodthirsty to do such a thing to all those women.”

“He was. On the night of their marriage, Scheherazade begins to tell the king a tale, but does not end it. The king, curious about how the story ends, is thus forced to postpone her execution in order to hear the conclusion. The next night, as soon as she finishes the tale, she begins and only begins a new one, and the king, eager to hear the conclusion of this tale, postpones her execution once again. So it goes on for 1,001 nights.” Jimin’s eyes were sparkling “I can tell you some of them if you would like.”he nodded 

“I see what you meant.”

“What?”you asked 

“Will you stay here forever if I place your life on the line?”you weren’t worried as you thought this to be a joke

“Don’t kid around like that My Lord.” as you were chuckling, he grabbed your wrists in his hands and pulled you onto the fluffy bedding you were previously sitting on. At this moment his eyes were serious, dark and scary.

“Don’t take my word lightly. Your life is in my hands since you live on my lands. What if I were to say the same thing as this emperor in your story.Will you obediently come to my room every night on your own like Scheherazade did? Will you question my will or any of my demands towards you?” 

“Y-Your H-Highness…”you stuttered

“I heard what you said today to Court Lady An. I want to you to know something and remember it well. If I wan’t to keep something I will, I can be a very scary man if I have to.” his gaze was piercing, cold and very terrifying.His grip was strong and was almost cutting the blood circulation in your hands. The eye smile he had was gone ,only thin slits were letting some of his irises peek through, making them look darker than the night sky.

  Even though you were trembling and were scared out of your mind, there was something in you that couldn’t let you run out of there. You relaxed your body and he let go of your hands, shocked. In a way to him it was though you were letting yourself be taken. You pulled your hands out of the whole he made with his fingers and you cupped his cheeks.

  This man. you thought to yourself He has lost a lot of things in his life. you gently and slowly pulled his head onto your chest without even thinking.

“What are you doing!?”he tired to pull himself up, but your lips parted slowly and you started to sing, a song that spoke of far lands and peaceful nights. Almost like you called upon it, the wind entered the room and the candles went out. Only your voice could be heard. Almost immediately he stopped pushing and relaxed onto your body.He could feel all the tension leave his soul. It was like all the pain he had locked inside himself was carried away by your song.Your hand was running through his hair, hypnotizing him even more.

  The smell of burned candles was covered up the scent of blooming cherry trees that the wind carried inside the room, calming the emperor’s heart even more. The moon light was caressing his soft skin, like he was her lost child. Your song put to sleep even those around the castle who weren’t yet resting. Your voice continued to dance till the morning sun asked the silver moon to step aside for the golden light to take over and bathe the world in light as shiny as diamonds. No one entered the room, no one could even if they tried. The emperor was sleeping and you were singing with closed eyes.

 He was calm.

“There was one evening that we were at the plantation.We had worked a long day, and everyone was tired. Beyoncé is standing on stage, and we couldn’t get the playback for the music to work. She said “I’m just going to go ahead and sing it. Let’s just go. We need to do it”. We’re all kind of standing there, and she starts to sing “Freedom” acapella. The hairs on everybody just stood up. That moment, being on a plantation in Louisiana with a black woman standing on this stage, only lit by fire, it was the single greatest moment of my life doing this work. In the front was Oscar Grant’s mother, Trayvon Martin’s mother, Freddie Gray’s mother all sitting there watching.That i got to experience that moment and that her voice filled the air of that plantation, it gave life to the people standing there, predominantly black group. That is something that i will literally never forget as long as i live.”

Hannah Beachler Lemonade/Black anther/Moonlight production designer

Not Today MV Theory

I think the concept/story in Not Today is rather easy but I’ll show you step by step what I think what happened.

The MV starts with shots of a mountain and BTS and black dressed people running on a road uphill

They want to reach the top so they’re running and rushing.

But suddenly we see Jungkook’s eye and a reflection of himself standing alone between his fallen friends.

I’ll later tell you who shot them. But for now we see a flash back: Jungkook running in front and suddenly Taehyung and Jin get shot right behind him. Jk is shocked.

But the flashback gets cut off by the writing “Not Today” and fire bruns on the screen. This tells us that this sad event won’t happen today, they’ll prevent it.

Now they tell us the story, their story. It starts of in a big building. The camera zooms in on the ground floor, indicating that they started fro the bottom.

Namjoon walks to a group go black dressed people. But he opens his arms welcomingly, they are his friends. The people are sitting on the floor, obedient, looking down. But not Namjoon. He’s dressed more colourful and standing. He tells them to fight (Today we fight!) and that is when they stand up and join him.This is also when the fire from the beginning is there again, representing their power, strength, will. The don’t want to be obedient and live in hiding. That is when the other members join too, helping Namjoon.

And because of their hard work and their power the room starts to break, they came one step closer to their dreams. they want to get higher.

The scene transitions to Jungkook who came to the roof of the building. But he’s alone. He was faster and stronger than the others (like we see in the running scenes later). The members join him shortly after, but he looked lost for a moment, all alone on this big rooftop. The other people are now throwing away their jackets. They are breaking free, ready to fight, letting the old behind them. becoming a little more like their leaders BTS.

But the other members are struggling more than jungkook that’s why Namjoon is next seen still inside the building but with more light than before. It shows that he needed more time than Jungkook.

Next we see a shot of the sky and them running uphill again. They want to reach the sky, they want to fly, they want higher. They broke out of the building and now out in the world looking for a way to achieve their dreams. Everyone is trying really hard but they aren’t all running at the same speed, Jungkook is in the front, once again seemingly progressing faster than the others.

But they are dancing on ice. this means two things: 1. it’s not spring yet, it is still hard and cold it’s still winter, they still have to fight. 2. It is easy to trip and fall if you go too hard or too fast. It’s risky. But it is their path up to the sky (that’s why it is reflecting the sky)

But the problem was that they were running next to each other not with each other. Everyone was going on their own, everyone was using their own strength only focusing on surviving and achieving their dreams, not looking out for the others. So they were easy to attack. So when every single member started facing hardships (got shot) and fell, that was the first time Jungkook was looking at them, but it was too late. They were already on the ground. Even their other friends. They didn’t get chased by them, they were running together.

This is were the actual flashback ends, so we see his eye again.

But this is what will not happen, at least not today! This is what BTS will prevent from happening. So now the scenery switches. Instead of snow and lighter colors, now it’s night. Dark colors and sparks are symbolising their fighting spirit.

And yes they are still running but now they are in a formation, looking out for each other, acting as a teams.

So in the end when the last shot comes, they stand together tightly and no one falls. Together they are bulletproof!

It ends with the fire once again, symbolising that this is what will happen, what they will make happen, what they are capable of. You never walk alone! That’s their message! We’ll all fight together, not just side by side but in a team, our ARMY.

I hope you liked it because I’m really sure that this is true or at least most of it. What do you think?

On February 1st John wakes up to find that Sherlock’s half of the bed is empty, and on his pillow is a single lavender rose.  He smiles softly, picks it up, and presses his nose into the petals.

The following day John finds two of the same flower, their stems cut quite short, waiting for him in his favorite mug when he goes to make tea.  He doesn’t ask Sherlock about it yet, and Sherlock acts as if nothing is different.

On February 3rd there are three lavender roses waiting for John.  One is resting in his left shoe; another is tucked inside his jacket pocket; the third he finds on the doorknob when he’s on his way out.  He puts them on his desk at work and thinks about texting Sherlock for an explanation.  But he doesn’t.  Not yet.

Four roses find their way onto the mantlepiece.

Five are found nestled in John’s chair late in the evening on February 5th.

Six are discovered the following morning, wrapped neatly together with ribbon, in the refrigerator.  Still, neither of them say a word.

It isn’t until the 7th of February–when John finds seven lavender roses, cut from their stems, floating in a bowl of water on the kitchen table–that John’s curiosity gets the better of him.  He’s not much for computers, but he knows how to use google at least.  The results make his head feel light.

Eight roses decorate the sitting room in various spots.

Nine are placed into various beakers and tubes.

Ten litter the surface of the sofa all day on February 10th.  They avoid sitting there all day, but neither of them mentions it.

On February 11th there are eleven roses lining the doorframe of Baker Street.

The 12th brings a bouquet to John’s office where he switches them out for the three that have begun to wilt but that he was unwilling to remove.

Thirteen roses hang from the ceiling of their bedroom the following day.  John isn’t quite sure how Sherlock managed that without waking him, but he lays there for almost half an hour, just watching them sway back and forth.

John comes home from work on the 14th of February and finds lavender rose petals scattered up and down the seventeen steps of 221B.  If he had to guess he would say there were enough petals for fourteen roses.  His chest constricts, and he takes the steps slowly, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

He expects to find Sherlock waiting for him, but when he reaches the top he finds the door to the sitting room closed, a note taped to it.  Sherlock’s untidy scrawl reads, You know where to find me.

And John does.  He’s back down the stairs and out the door in seconds, and for once it seems he’s got Sherlock’s luck on his side as a taxi rolls to a stop when he flings out his hand.

The lab at St. Bart’s hasn’t changed much since the day they met, and it’s a bit like walking into the past when John pushes the door open to find Sherlock waiting for him in the same exact spot he had been when John had first seen him.  Only this time John isn’t limping.  And this time Sherlock is holding a single lavender rose instead of a pipette, and his gaze is soft and warm as it settles on John.

“Knew you’d get it,” he says, his eyes crinkling with his smile.

John walks toward him, taking his time even though his heart is pounding.  It’s ridiculous, he thinks, because they’ve been together for months now.  “I’m smarter than I look,” he says, unable to keep from smiling in return.  He stops about a foot away, nodding toward the rose in Sherlock’s hand.  “Isn’t that cheating?”

Sherlock shakes his head.  “You see, but you do not observe,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.  He steps closer, holding the flower up between them.  “There were only thirteen on the steps.  This is number fourteen.”

John steps closer and reaches out to touch the petals, letting his hand slip down until his fingers ghost over Sherlock’s.  “I looked it up, you know. Lavender rose.”

“I know,” Sherlock says, his smile widening.  “On the seventh.  I was surprised you held out for so long.”

John can’t help laughing.  “I’m not even going to ask how you knew.”  

He plucks the rose from Sherlock’s fingers and sets it gingerly on the counter beside them, removing the delicate barrier between them so that he can step into Sherlock’s space and draw him down for a soft, slow kiss.  Sherlock’s hands cup his face, his thumbs stroking along the sharp edges of his jaw, and John clings to fistfuls of Sherlock’s shirt at his waist.

When he pulls away it’s only enough so that he can speak, and his lips brush Sherlock’s with every word.  “Love at first sight,” he whispers, and he frees one hand to touch the petals of the lavender rose beside them.  “And you always said I was the romantic.”

Sherlock kisses him again, lingering for a long, sweet moment.  “I thought you should know the truth.  The whole of it.  How long I’ve loved you.”

Something in John’s chest aches, and he spends long, drawn-out moments pressing his lips to Sherlock’s, murmuring his I love yous into his mouth, hoping that it will be enough, that Sherlock will understand that he’s been loved since the moment John saw him in this very lab so many years ago.

Later that night–after Sherlock has led them home, after John has pressed him against the sheets, after countless kisses and touches and soft, pleading words–later, they sit together in front of the fire, half-clothed, legs tangled together, and press the single lavender rose in between the pages of a heavy book.  And when they’ve finished, John takes Sherlock by the hand and leads him back to bed.

Skyline {VII}

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape


{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

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The Boys Dormitory
  • In first year, the first time the five boys ever walked into their new home for the next seven years, could have been mayhem. But they had all eaten muchhhh too much food and so the fighting and mucking around was, thankfully kept to a minimum.
  • Sirius immediately dived onto the bed furthest from the door, not even bothering to unpack or undress before falling into a wriggly sleep. James bagged the bed next to him, mostly because it was also next to the window with the best view of the Quidditch pitch. Peter managed to sneak the bed next to James. Remus just lay down and quietly closed the curtains on another bed, far away from any window views that may show a certain grey orb. 
  • The next morning, however, everyone in the room was woken at 5 in the morning by James jumping up and down on his bed and running around the dorm in a nervous/ over-excited state.
  • Sirius tries to keep his bed as messy as possible, it was a strange way he used to piss his mother off at home, but his aristocratic nature glitters through sometimes and some of the boys can catch him plumping his pillows or straightening the sheets occasionally. He also leaves his pyjamas under his pillow each morning but mention it and you’ll get hexed. He is usually pretty good at cleaning up after himself and he always has his clothes in the right places, oh, except for his underwear, for some reason that just ends up everywhere?? under the bed, on the floor, in the shower, in James’ bed??? But other than that and the fact that he keeps trying to do homework in his bed and spills ink everywhere every time, he’s pretty good.
  • You would be proud of James if you saw his area, all nice and clean, nothing lying around… and then you would look a little closer. Every. single. item. he owns is jammed either under the bed, in his trunk, in the bedside table. I mean stuffed, it’s dirty and disgusting and packed full the brim and there is a funny smell coming from one part??? But somehow he just knows where everything is. Quidditch robes? Sticks his hand into the pile at the top of the bed and out they come. Borrow a quill? Sticks his hand into a jar rolled under a mound of unfolded clothes and out comes three. He does it in that way mums do with their purses, because you know.. he’s mum friend™. You don’t need to hide anything when it’s such a jumble only you can understand it.
  • Peter tried to copy James with his piles of shit, but it really stressed him out so he had to go and fold everything after like half an hour. He is the only cleaner in the room, going around picking dirty towels and clothes up off the floor for people. All his stuff organised and well kept and very aesthetically pleasing for some reason? He also always seems to have food somewhere, usually bedside table draw that he will pull out whenever it is needed, which is a lot.
  • Overall our boys do pretty well, nothing too unhygienic, pretty clean considering they are teenage boys.. oh wait I forgot Remus.
  • Remus is a fucking disaster. Like actually helpless/useless. His crap is e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e… except his bed. Ties on top of beds, shirts all over the floor every time, trousers hanging on the shower, hairbrush where his toothbrush should be, jumper on the outside of the window??? I mean he just can’t even get it together enough to find his own set of clothes because god knows where he threw his shit last night so mostly he just wears James’ school uniform until he is too embarrassingly tall for it and then every morning James has to dive into the shit and pull out Remus’ stuff from under the carpet or tangled in the drapes while Remus lies face down on the pillow and refuses to get up. He keeps his bag nicely packed but that is it. Also used to keep a massive stash of chocolate under his bed but he forgot it was there one day and it all melted and was fucking gross so now Peter looks after it for him.
  • Shower routine is James at like 4am because dis boy does not sleep and goes running when you shouldn’t. Peter is usually next, he gets up in time to have a nice shower. Remus usually doesn’t bother in the morning because he can barely make it to breakfast. Sirius takes a year in the shower every morning but may start crying if you leave without him so you just have to pound on the door and hope he can hear you over his singing. it’s dreadful btw.
  • The boys usually convene on James’ bed but once they are too big to lay on top of each other on it, they make a cute little circle in the middle to sit up and plan pranks/eat snacks with one of Remus’ mini, not flammable fires in the centre of them.
  • James once tried to fly his broom in the dorm on a dare and broke Peter’s bed.
  • Remus once fell asleep on the steps in front of the dorm because.. he is Remus and it was almost a full moon, so the boys just draped him in blankets and left him there.
  • There about fifty stains in places you can’t even imagine all over the room and they were all Sirius.
  • Peter sticks sticky notes and pictures and sheets of parchment all over the walls all the time.
  • There are numerous scorch marks in the ceiling. Enough said.
  • From fourth year they have an ‘if the curtains are drawn don’t open them’ rule because James tried to get into Sirius’ bed to chat about three times without noticing that Sirius was in bed with Remus and was deeply offended that they were scheming without him until he realised they weren’t doing much talking…..
  • there were also many other instances of each of them walking in on each other in very private situations with other people because all four boys were much too comfortable with each other.
  • they then had to instigate a no walking around the dorm naked rule because Sirius kept doing it when there were girls in there.
  • They all carved their initials into their bedposts in 6th year and then went back and added ‘i solemnly swear that I am up to no good.’ on James headboard and ‘mischief managed.’ on Sirius’ in 7th year. it was that lucky guess that let fred and george guess the marauder’s map passwords
  • the window sill is semi-permanently covered in cigarette and joint butts.
  • Sirius left about a thousand lipstick stains on the mirror.
  • Lily kept leaving her shampoo in the shower in the seventh year and Peter liked it so much he wouldn’t give it back.
  • They all share one spray on deodorant for some reason?
  • They had a routine of not going to sleep until every one of them was back. They also said ‘goodnight’ to each other every night with out fail, no matter how bad the argument or problem.
  • They were basically so comfortable, so in-sync with each other that you would have walked into the Gryffindor boys room and thought it was a family.
  • And in a way.. it was.

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safe haven

Summary: Eggsy’s safe haven is in the last place he would’ve thought to look.

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is somewhat rushed, but I just had to get this out, especially after seeing K:TGC. Hopefully you all enjoy this! | masterlist

Originally posted by just--a--figment

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Having a child with Newt would include…

- Even though he would make sure that you and your child are always safe, you would usually accompany him when he’d go somewhere

- Him telling your child about all his adventures and how he is one of the very few people who actually saw some of the most rarely seen creatures

- Him usually modifying the bedtime story a bit

- “… And so the prince did not kill the dragon because he realized they are very misunderstood creatures who mean no harm and need to be protected”

- Niffler loving to be around your little one, sometimes even giving some of his own treasures to them to play with for a while

- Pickett actually kind of abandoning Newt because he would simply refuse to leave your child’s side

- Aunty Queenie and uncle Jacob visiting on weekends, bringing all kinds of sweet pastries for the coffee

- Queenie and you going shopping for clothes for your child together

- You sometimes coming home to Newt and your little one deeply asleep, surrounded by drawings of all the creatures they’ll see together at some point

- The three of you sitting in front of the fire place on cozy evenings, cuddled together under a pile of pillows and blankets

- No matter what, your little family would always come first for all of you, because regardless of what would happen, you knew that you could always be sure to come home to the people who love you the most

I want to take you to the movies and i want to pay for your ticket i want to buy a large popcorn for us to share so that i have an excuse to touch your hand and i want to look at you whenever there’s a joke so i can see you laugh and it will warm my heart. i want to stand outside the theatre at midnight while you wait for your dad to come get you and i want to here you talk about the movie i want to see the combined light of the coming soon posters and the moon on your face.

I want to take you to the beach. i want to put up the umbrella while you laugh every time i think it’s in the sand but falls over a few moments later. i want to see you dive headfirst into the water, i want to stand there in awe of your bikini clad confidence while i stand in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. i want to hold your hand as we walk in the surf i want to feel the water hit my ankles, i want to swim out as far as we can go and see who can hold her breath the longest.

i want to rake leaves with you, with our little brothers… i want to listen to you talk about how much you love him, i want to watch your eyes light up, i want to grab your arm and pull us into the giant pile of leaves. i want to collaps laughing beside you as the sun starts to dip below the horizon i want to notice the leaf in your hair and laugh as i brush it away.

I want to take you ice skating, at the rink they set up in the park next to my house. i want to hold your hand because it’s been so long since i’ve worn a pair of skates. i want to fall on my ass and then on my back because i’m laughing so hard, i want you to land next to me. i want to give you my coat and take you home when you get cold. i want to make you hot chocalate and throw marshmallows for you to try and catch in your mouth. i want to cuddle in front of the fire underneath a huge blanket and tell you how cold your hands are.

i want to take you to the fair at the end of summer. i want to win you something at one of those games tables. i want to scream and giggle with you while we ride the zipper i want to swear that i’ll never do that again but know that i’ll be back next year. i want to eat cotton candy while we sit on a bench watching people walk past us. i want to get stuck at the top of the ferris wheel with you, i want to talk about how small everything looks from up here i want to tell you that no matter how high i got i’d still be able to pick you in a crowd.

I want to take you stargazing. I want to climb onto my roof with a blanket and a bottle of wine. I want to listen to the leaves rustling beside us and i want to listen to your wine drunk ramblings about how the stars are so beautiful. i want to show you how even though we are so very small in this universe i couldn’t feel more comfortable and significant lying here with you.

i want to go shopping with you. i  want to find the dress shirt i need in ten minutes but stay in the store for hours because you can’t decide between the hundreds of dresses you see. i want to sit in the chair outside the dressing rooms. i want you to show me every dress, i want to tell you that you look amazing in every single one of them, half because i want to leave this chair but also because you do look amazing in anything you wear.

i want to take you to the school football games. i’ll have to bring my camera i want to end up having just as many photos of you as i do the game. i want to kiss you every time we score, and because that doesn’t happen very often at our school i want to kiss you every time the other team scores. i want to end the night drinking that crappy hot chocolate that’s really just chocolate syrup and boiling water.

i want to meet your parents because they’re so much more accepting than mine who will still think we’re just friends. i want to hold your hand under the dinner table. i want to pretend to be casual and confident when really my heart is racing my stomach is doing backflips and i can’t catch a breath.

i want to hold you in my bed. i’ll be the big spoon because i want to protect you and keep you warm. i want to put my laptopat the foot of my bed so we can watch movies. I want to play with your hair and kiss your neck. i want to feel you breathe against my chest. i want to pile as many blankets as i can find on top of us. i want to let you fall asleep on my chest. i want to stay awake for as long as i can because i want to savour that moment i want to memorize the curve of your body and the smell of your hair and the rythm of your breathing. i want to only sleep when i can no longer hold my eyes open and dream of nothing but you.

i want to take you on cheesy dates and hug you so hard that you forget everything wrong with the world. i want to kiss you so hard you forget to breathe.

but most of all i want you to want me

Harry laughed happily as he landed on the grass. Draco was only seconds behind him clutching the snitch with a massive grin on his face.
“Good one, Draco.”
“Oh, it wasn’t really a good one. Pretty easy actually.” Draco drawled with a smirk.
Harry laughed again as he shoved Draco’s shoulder. “Whatever, that dive was pretty amazing.” Draco’s smirk became a proud smile. “Come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving!” Harry said.
The smile morphed into a frown. “No. We each won one, it’s a draw. We have to play another.”
Harry grinned at him. “Let’s leave it a draw.”
Draco arched a brow. “Scared Potter?”
Laughing, Harry slung an arm around his friends shoulders. “Yes, scared you’ll pout and ignore me all day when I beat you.”
Draco sniffed. “First of all, I am not so petty. And who says you’d win anyway? So arrogant, Harry.”
Harry laughed and squeezed his friend in a hug. “Yeah. I’m the arrogant here, Draco.”
Draco gently bumped the side of his head against Harry’s as they walked to the castle. “So long as you know.”

On the following Sunday they found themselves trudging through a mountain of homework, much to Harry’s displeasure. Ron and Hermione had gone for a picnic on the grounds, since Hermione always made sure they were up to date on their work. Sighing Harry dropped his head heavily against the couch. Draco, who was curled up in the corner of the couch next to him, looked up with an arched brow. “Giving up already?”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes.” He jerked up when he felt Draco flick him between the eyes. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing the sore spot with his fingers.
“You’d better keep going. Don’t think that you can leave it and get me to help you just because Granger won’t let you fly until it’s done.” He went back to looking at his book.
Harry turned to him with wide eyes. “That is a fantastic idea.” When Draco just let out a soft laugh but otherwise ignored him, Harry moved so he could lie leaning comfortably against Draco’s side. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
“Potter!” Draco groaned. “I am absolutely not doing your work for you.” But he didn’t move or shove Harry off, which Harry knew he wouldn’t. After several blissful minutes, right when Harry was sure he was on the cusp of a wonderful dream, he fell to the floor as Draco stood up. He pointed a finger accusingly at Harry, “Do some work, Harry. Or we will go to the library.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry sat up and faced his books once more.

Hours later they were sitting in front of the crackling fire eating Bertie Botts beans. Draco was sprawled across a single seat with his legs hanging across the side while Harry sat on the floor with his legs crossed and back against Draco’s seat. Draco had the box of beans and alternated between taking one and lowering the box for Harry.
Ron and Hermione entered the common room with cheerful greetings. Harry appreciated everyone’s efforts to get along, since he knew it was only for his sake, but he did wish his three best friends were more than just polite to one another.
“Did you have a good picnic?” Draco asked them.
“Oh, yes it was lovely thanks.” Hermione smiled at him. Ron nodded a bit awkwardly at him.
“Oh, Harry. You’ll never guess what.” Ron started, and Hermione shot him a suspicious look. “We saw Terry there, he was in the middle of a big fight, seems like him and his boyfriend broke up.” Hermione’s look of suspicion became one of horror as she tugged on Ron’s hand. Harry’s stomach dropped as he willed Ron not to continue. But he did. “So he’s single now, and you can finally ask him out. I know you used to have a massive crush on him.”
Harry closed his eyes, but the thick silence wouldn’t be ignored. He was so glad he couldn’t see Draco’s expression at that moment. There had been a hundred moments when he meant to come out to Draco. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything. It was just that he really enjoyed their friendship. He didn’t know how they’d become so
comfortable touching each other all the time, but he was scared that it would change if Draco knew. He opened his eyes to find Ron looking from him to Hermione with confusion brewing in his eyes. Hermione was watching Draco carefully, which could only mean that he most definitely wasn’t looking at them.
Harry sighed internally. He cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks.”
Hermione looked at him pitifully and quickly started talking about their day, filling the silence as best she could. She asked about how their studies went, Harry responded and Draco said a word or two.
After suffering through it as long as he could, Harry wished everyone good night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco as he left, but let his hand trail along his shoulder as he walked passed.

The next morning, Harry lingered in bed. If he could, he’d avoid seeing Draco all day. Unfortunately, his last class was potions where they were partners. At breakfast he managed to get away with only a smile and a wave since Draco sat at the Slytherin table still. Harry tried hard to focus on his lessons all day, but he couldn’t deny he was nervous to see him.
When he arrived in potions at the end of the day, Draco was already there with all the ingredients for the days potion. He was chopping furiously when Harry reached him. “Hi, Draco.” He said nervously, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
“Hi, Potter.” Draco glanced up with a small smile. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to help or do you expect me to do all the work?”
Harry could have laughed with relief, but he didn’t. He gave Draco a grateful smile which was returned with a small quirk of the lips and they got to work.
The rest of the lesson passed in the same manner as the ones before. After, they walked together to dinner and Harry felt relieved. Until he couldn’t find Draco anywhere after dinner. He went to bed with a sinking feeling.

The week passed in the same pattern. The only time that Harry really saw Draco was during potions, his behavior seemingly unchanged. But Harry missed him. After potions on Friday Harry had had enough. As they walked together to dinner he blurted out. “Where have you been all week?” Grey eyes glanced up from the floor to meet his before flickering away. “I can never find you after dinner.” He said accusingly.
Draco answered softly. “I’ve had detention every day.”
“What?” Harry asked, reaching out to grab Draco’s arm. “For what?”
Turning to face Harry, Draco sighed. “You know how it is, some teachers will make up reasons to punish me.”
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to express his outrage when Draco gave him a defeated smile. “It doesn’t matter. Okay?”
Harry deflated. Draco twitched his arm awkwardly and Harry realized he was still holding him. He let go quickly but noticed the blush on Draco’s cheeks.
He deflated a little more.

On Saturday morning when Harry returned from breakfast he found Draco in the common room with his homework. After fetching his own, he sank down on the couch next to him.
Draco shifted to make more room for him.
After working for a little while Draco got up to get a different textbook and settled down again on the single couch. Harry frowned. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it before, but..
He sighed heavily and tried to focus on his work.

The next day he found himself working alone in the library. When he returned to the common room he found Draco curled up on the single couch with a book. He looked up when Harry entered and frowned slightly. “Where were you today?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, struggling to meet his eyes. “Thought I’d concentrate better in the library.” He moved to walk past where Draco was sitting, when Draco’s hand shot out as if to grab his hand but stopped suddenly, quivered in the air for a moment before disappearing just as fast.
Harry hesitated briefly. With a disappointed sigh he carried on walking.
“Harry.” Draco said.
Harry half turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. Draco cleared his throat. “Would you like to go fly for a bit?” Harry frowned skeptically, unsure of what how he wanted to respond. “There’s enough time for at least one game to end our draw before the light goes.” Draco said, smiling uncertainly. And that’s what got to Harry.
“Yeah, alright.” He answered finally.

The walk to the quidditch pitch was filled with awkward silence. At least it was for Harry. Once they were flying though, Harry felt better.
The light started to go quickly and Harry was scanning rather desperately for the snitch, it was the one he had caught in first year and he was rather sentimental about it. A glint of gold caught his eye and he dove toward it. As he neared it he saw Draco coming in from a different angle, slightly ahead of him. He pushed forward, urging his broom to go faster. At the last moment, he realized Draco would get there first and Harry would barrel into him soon after. Unfortunately, the last moment didn’t give him enough time to stop or change direction. All he could do was slow down to soften the impact.
Thankfully they were low to the ground so when they tumbled over one another and onto the grass, it wasn’t too hard a fall. They rolled and Harry landed half on Draco’s chest with a massive groan. Draco was gasping heavily. Harry lifted himself to quickly pat Draco down for injuries and once he was satisfied that he was fine he fell half onto Draco’s chest again. They caught their breath in silence.
It was the happiest Harry had been all week. Until Draco said, “Two one, Potter.” Harry looked up to see Draco clutching the snitch with a triumphant grin. He laughed and pushed himself up onto an elbow.
“You can’t tell me this one was an easy win.” Harry teased.
“No, I can’t.” Draco chuckled and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back, happy to have his friend back. He noticed the pink tinge on Draco’s cheeks as Draco’s eyes flickered away and he shifted awkwardly. Harry sat up quickly and Draco scooted away from Harry. His heart sank.
Draco cleared his throat, “Well, let’s go back.” He stood up and retrieved his broom. Harry sat there with his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees, drowning in unhappiness. He wasn’t going to get his easy friendship back. Draco had walked a few paces back toward the castle when he turned around. “Harry?” He said tentatively.
Harry sighed. “I can’t do this, Draco.” He shoved his hands in his hair and looked away, frustrated.
Draco frowned and came back. “What do you mean?” He asked softly.
“I mean I want you to just freak out about the fact that I didn’t tell you and be honest if you have a problem with who I am. I can’t take this dancing around it. I miss you.” He bit his lip to stop himself. After a long pause he looked up to find Draco staring at him in shock.
“You think I have a problem with who you are?” He asked quietly, which set warning bells off in Harry’s head. “You think I’ve been acting strange because I don’t accept this part of you.” He added. Then he laughed, a self deprecating sound that Harry knew well. Draco lifted a hand to his forehead. “Why wouldn’t you? It’s the obvious conclusion.” He laughed again, a little hysterically this time, which broke Harry out of his daze. He stood up and slowly approached him.
“Well, if it’s not that then what is it?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly before meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry watched a flush creep up his neck as he seemed to search for words. “Well, I couldn’t exactly be mad at you for not telling me when I’ve been keeping the exact same secret.” His cheeks were a deep pink now. Harry’s ears were ringing.
“What?” He whispered, disbelieving.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Harry could only stare at him. Draco swallowed nervously. “Anyway, I was trying to find the right time to tell you about me. But, as you know, it’s not easy.” He laughed awkwardly again. “And somehow knowing about you made my little crush seem less impossible which is stupid, really I know, so I was just giving myself a bit of space to dispel that illusion. That’s why I got detention everyday. I couldn’t focus, I was useless in class.” His gaze was flickering from Harry’s shoulder, his collar to his throat. Anywhere but his eyes. After a fortifying breath Draco added. “Our friendship is important to me. I didn’t want to mess it up.”
Harry was confused. He was shocked. But he knew that that made him happy. He pulled Draco towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I missed you, you idiot.”
Draco melted into the hug which made Harry’s heart soar. They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Draco pulled back, much to Harry’s regret. Harry searched his gaze. “It’s not impossible, you know. Or an illusion.” He whispered.
Draco’s breath caught. Harry smiled at him. “I don’t think.” Harry amended. But as he watched the moonlight play over Draco’s features he thought it was probably extremely possible. Probable in fact.
Draco watched Harry watch him for the longest time. His look of shock slowly abated until Harry was staring at Draco’s trademark smirk. “You’d better not think that counts as asking me out, because my standards are considerably higher than that.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled before adding, “I’m serious.” With that he turned and started toward the castle. Harry scrambled to catch up.
“I’ll write a poem.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Please don’t. I’m pretty set on saying yes. Don’t make that hard for me to do.”
Harry grinned. Feeling bold, he reached out to grab Draco’s hand as they walked forward. He let out a content sigh when Draco laced their fingers together.

Fire & Desire | 1

“Kim Seokjin is everything you don’t want in a man. Cocky, full of himself and oh so annoying. And that’s what makes him the perfect fuck buddy. Because it’s not like you could ever see him as anything more than a heartless player… right?”

pairing: seokjin x reader
genre: smut, fuckboy!jin, dom!Jin
wordcount: 10.1k
a/n: *that* shower scene inspired by this picture!

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Here’s a totally unnecessary hc that i’d like to share with you:

Contrary to all beliefs, Sasuke is the one who’s always warm and Naruto is the one who’s always freezing, and i’ve got these reasons to believe this:
•compare their outfits along the whole series, you’ll notice how Naruto’s are always two layered (a t-shirt and a jacket), long sleeved, and mostly with big, snuggly collars, meanwhile sasuke’s are mostly one layered tops, short/no sleeved, open in the front, or just plainly shirtless. Also his shoes tend to be more ventilated too.
•sasuke’s nature are fire and ray, naruto’s is wind
•what could be better for a cold person than a warm bowl of ramen????
•sasuke sitting in the rain being emo and not giving a shit about it

So consider this:
• Naruto using it as an excuse to keep his hands under sasuke’s shirt
•Naruto hugging (wrapping his limbs shamelessly around) Sasuke at nights, and instead of pushing him away -because holy shit he swears he’s going to melt in there-, Sasuke just pushes off the covers on his side
•everything Sasuke takes off Naruto puts it on (think of all the possibilities)
•when no one is watching Sasuke holds naruto’s hands between his and blows warm air on them
•Naruto overdressing their children for school and scolding Sasuke for not covering them enough

Im just saying

anonymous asked:

Headcannons for passionate! Tom when having sex?

Having Passionate sex with Tom Holland would include

  • Him trying his hardest to be romantic
  • like he’d be romantic anyway but he’d be trying his hardest to have a really romantic night before he went away for a couple of months 
  • he’d get you roses and a necklace so that every time you looked at it you’d think of him
  • he’d probably take you to dinner and you guys would both be kind of sad that he was leaving the next day so you’d cut dinner short and go home to spend some actual quality time together
  • you guys would sit in front of the tv and cuddle with a glass of wine 
  • and he’d play with your hair and tell you how much he was going to miss you and how he wished you could come with him
  • he’d be the first one to make a move
  • he’d put a finger under your chin and turn your head away from the tv
  • ‘‘you’re so beautiful y/n’‘
  • he’d start to kiss you and his kiss would be so passionate that your body would feel like it was on fire 
  • he’d slowly grab the wine glass out of your hand and put it on the table without taking his lips of yours
  • he’d pull apart just to ask if you wanted to go the bedroom,what a gentleman
  • and you’d nod not being able to form words and you’d just stare into his brown eyes and melt
  • he’d probably pick you up and carry you to the bedroom because he’s a strong romantic boy!!! 
  • he’d lower you onto the bed and he’d start telling you how beautiful you were and how lucky he was 
  • and you’d lean up and grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss you 
  • and the kisses would be so needy and he’d start grinding his hips into you and he’d moan into the kisses 
  • and it would be so hot and the only time he’d break the kiss would be to tell you how beautiful you were
  • he’d probably roll over and pull you on top of him and he’d move his hands from your cheeks to your hips and he’d help guide you over his bulge 
  • and he’d break away from the kiss and say ‘’I think we need to take these off’’while staring  at your clothes so you’d climb off and he’d help you undress until you just had your underwear on and he’d slide his shirt over his head and slip of his pant till he was sitting on the edge of the bed in just his boxers and he’d look so beautiful
  • like his hair would be sticking up and he’d be a bit flushed and his skin would be glowing 
  • he’d pull you back on top of him and he’d start kissing your neck and you’d be grinding into him and moaning and he’d be so hard underneath you 
  • he’d slowly move your underwear to the side and start rubbing your clit and it would feel so good 
  • ‘‘you’re so wet for me princess’‘
  • he’d start to finger you really slowly and it would be so agonizingly slow that you’d start to move your hips against his fingers to get more friction 
  • and he’d get the hint and move a bit faster and he’d love to hear you moan his name
  • he’d honestly be so needy like he’d need you so bad 
  • he’d suddenly flip you onto your back again and you’d whine from the loss of his fingers
  • but he’d slide his boxers off and thrust into you without warning and you’d let out a gasp
  • he’d lean down and kiss you and tell you that ‘’you can take it baby’’
  • he’d start thrusting right away and it would feel so amazing
  • and the entire time he’d be telling you how beautiful you are and how good you felt 
  • he would be cursing under his breath a lot
  • his thrusts would be so deep and he would be hitting all the right spots and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from cumming
  • feeling your walls tighten around him and hearing you cry out his name would push him over the edge and he’d cum in you 
  • he’d stay in you for a minute while you both came down from your highs 
  • and then silently he’d pick you up and take you into the shower and help clean you up and he’d look so good with his wet hair sticking to his forehead while he rubbed your shoulders
  • i love tom im crying 
Skyline {III}

Originally posted by coolbackflips

Warnings: Blood

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: You guys!!!!  I can’t believe you are all so nice honestly!!!!  I hit 500 followers today so as a thank you, here is pt. 3 a day earlier than expected!!  Forgive me if there are any mistakes, as I stayed up late to finish it (I have to be up in six hours for work oh lord) and I really hope you guys like it.  There most definitely will be a pt. 4, and possibly pt. 5, as this scene became longer than expected, and I decided to split it between two chapters.  Again, thank you so much, guys.  All my love.

{part I} {part II}

As the end of August neared, you began to fear the return of school.  Not because you hated it—in fact, you were fond of school.  You liked learning, you liked seeing your friends from certain classes, and you even missed some of your teachers. However, with the return of your school came the return of Spider-Man’s school.  He had explained to you how difficult it was to balance the responsibilities of his civilian life with the responsibilities of being a superhero. Between those tightropes of time management, you doubted there would be any hours allotted to visiting you.

You knew that you had no right to be sad about your predicament.  The right thing to do would be to not think selfishly, and just be happy with the time you were given with someone who doesn’t normally share their world. But, no matter how many times you had a talk with yourself, you still couldn’t bring yourself out of your melancholy thoughts.

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After having this storm at our heels the whole drive from Geiranger we arrived at the lodge at Jotunheimen National Park, just in time to put up our tent and rush up to the lodge. Nothing beats the feeling of sitting in front of a warm, crackling fire while watching the mountains being covered by snow.

Haikyuu!! Fiction Recommendation Master Post

I have been meaning to make this post since a while now. Let’s share some love shall we? I recommend these fictions based on my personal judgment. If you see your work up here that’s cause I loved it to the moon and back! I welcome suggestions too! ^-^ 

♥ - ultimate fav

★ - they do the do

(★) - implied sexual activities 

ロ - unfinished 

■ - finished

✿ - multi chapters

KageHina (Kageyama x Hinata) 

Summary:  Kageyama balanced his cheek on his fist, leaning an elbow on the counter and smiling, “Do your parents know where you are, sweetie?”
“I— what?! Why would they— I’m twenty-three!”
Kageyama gasped sarcastically, “Are you! Well, I’ll be! I’m still gonna need to see some ID, though.”
“Amazing.” The boy laughed, “You really know how to sass someone who’s holding a gun to your face, huh?“

Summary: There he was.The redhead clicked the notification and waited impatiently for the page to load.“hello again, sunshine! working on any new pieces lately? i’d love to see your progress if you want to share! hope today was great for you!” Hinata grinned from ear to ear as he typed his reply, “i started a new piece just for you, blueberry! here’s what i’ve got so far! :)”

 Summary: A smutty, drunken one-shot for ‘Anonymous asked a question’ 

Summary:  Hinata pines.

Summary:  Oh. He’d never seen anyone give him that expression before. Not with so much raw sincerity. And for a moment, Kageyama had to look away, swallowing awkwardly, thinking that maybe he had just looked into the sun itself. 

Note: Part of a series. The continuation: Facing the Sun

Summary: It’s too dark to go over the mountain, he’d said. You might get hurt, he’d said. What will we do if you can’t play in the practice match on Monday, he’d said. Kageyama had said a lot of things and in the end, he’d coaxed Hinata into staying the night because yeah, everything was true, and yeah, maybe he would be better off spending the night at Kageyama’s, but then they’re changing for bed and Hinata is in nothing but boxers and a shirt and Kageyama is cupping his jaw in both hands and kissing like he might fall of the face of the earth if he doesn’t and Hinata thinks that maybe, Kageyama had some ulterior motives.

Note: Part 3 of Theirs series. First part: Blush 

Summary: 'Kageyama doesn’t know why Hinata’s face rubs him the wrong way—it just does. So one day, in an attempt to pinpoint exactly what it is that makes Hinata’s Shouyou’s fucking face so fucking annoying, he begins to catalogue all the things that really tick him off.This proves to be startlingly revelatory.’–A thought-provoking study and critical analysis of Hinata Shouyou’s stupid face, by Kageyama Tobio.

Summary:  Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn’t mean anything–probably. Maybe.

Summary: When Hinata Shouyou is 13 years old, his village is raided by pirates. Most everything Hinata knows is destroyed in the attack, lost to the flames, but he and his sister are pulled from the wreckage by a boy with eyes the color of a storm. Their lives are saved, but irrevocably altered - their home is lost forever, and there is something strange about the pirates, something blurry and shadowed and wrong. A darkness is rising out of the depths of the ocean. The sea itself is stirring, and nothing can stop it when it wakes.

Summary: Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you. In which Hinata’s lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

Summary:  Once a year, all the villages that follow the way of the sun offer up one of their own to be taken to the sun god’s divine temple. Kageyama Tobio, an orphan and loner, never wanted to be chosen—and until the sun god appeared, no one ever wanted to choose him, either. All Tobio wants is to find a place he fits in. What he actually gets is another story entirely.

Summary: The rainforest expedition is to last a full year—365 days of living under the lush canopy of trees. Danger looms. Adventure awaits. The jungle calls. Hinata Shouyou has never wanted anything more. Or so he thinks, until he meets a curious stranger there, who shows him what it means to be truly needed. AKA Tarzan au

Note: The art is gorgeous for this fic! Part of a series. The continuation: Wild 

Summary:  It was the boots that caught his attention. They looked new and expensive sticking up from the tall grass, visible from the small trail Shoyo was walking on. He cautiously trudged closer, almost against his will.
What Shoyo didn’t notice, however, was the creature watching him; blue eyes following the oblivious human like a prey. AKA creature!Kageyama au

Summary: This was how Shouyou, prince of the kingdom on the hill, ended up sitting on the wooden floor in front of the fire, roasting all the different kinds of meats in the crackling flames to eat. When he was done, he flopped over backwards, sprawling over the floor. Kageyama was watching him again. Shouyou rolled lazily onto his stomach and rested his head on his arm, smiling at him. “That was good,” he said. The food had been delicious. Watching Kageyama eat had been more so; the way his throat worked to swallow as he drank down the creamy, white milk, his white teeth as they sank into the succulent, tender meat, the little groans and sighs of pleasure he made as he tasted it. It had all made Shouyou so very, very hungry for more.

Note:  Part of a series. The continuation: Homecoming

Summary:  Life as a scrap hunter isn’t very eventful. Shoyo travels across the massive wasteland of an electronics dump in Area 5C every day, searching for machines, gadgets and batteries to sell. Stood in his yellow overall, one boot on a broken toaster, his voltage-tracker suddenly goes frantic in his hand. It’s detected something. Something big.

Summary: When lowly acolyte Hinata is tasked with bringing his temple’s monthly tax payment to the Centurion’s Villa, he hardly expects to have an encounter with Kageyama, the lavishly wealthy landowner and decorated army general himself. But Kageyama turns out to be far more interested in Hinata than the money, believing him to be a gift sent from the gods themselves. Before Hinata realizes what’s happening, he finds himself agreeing to stay at the villa, where Kageyama can spoil him to his heart’s content.To Hinata’s surprise, he soon finds himself growing attached to the brutally blunt yet strangely sweet Kageyama; but he is worried he won’t be able to hold the attention of a man who has everything, even as Kageyama starts to become everything to him.

Note: There are NSFW art included in the story

KuroTsuki (Kuroo x Tsukishima)

Summary: “I see you like it Between the Sheets.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your drink. It’s good stuff but I’m more of a Blowjob kinda guy.”

Summary: Kei types up an unapologetic flyer titled: Are You Missing Your Underwear? It explains his cat’s thievery and gives his address. He prints a few out and half-heartedly puts them up on his street and at the local store on his way to university. Basically, Kei’s cat is trying to hook him up with the neighborhood hottie.

Summary:  Kuroo and Tsukki lie in bed together being cute.

Summary:  Kuroo needs to come clean, for once in his life, and Tsukishima should probably just start trying to be a better person. It’s hard, though, when things are just so easy like this.

Summary:  Tsukishima has never held a boy’s hand before. Kuroo is desperate to learn every line in his palm. This relationship, they begin to realize, might not end in pain after all.

Summary:  Getting up in the middle of the night to pee really shouldn’t have been such a huge commitment.

Summary:  Maybe it was destiny that Kuroo Tetsurou was meant to fall in love with Tsukishima Kei despite the fact that he was a ghoul, humanity’s natural enemy and Kei was one-hundred percent human.

IwaOi (Iwaizumi x Oikawa)

Summary: "Iwaizumi-san is definitely a top.” “I’d say Oikawa. He seems to like being in charge.” Matsukawa laughed at this, surveying the club members. “It’s a shame that we’ll never be able to find out who’s right.” Unfortunately, they do find out.

Summary:  He always got strangely sentimental, the closer he got to his heat. Which is precisely why today, he should not have shown up to the practice match. He knew better. Had always done better.

Summary: “You’re so cruel to me,” Oikawa whined down the line, and Iwaizumi snorted at that. “All I try to do is be nice, and here you are, saying all I want to do is talk shit on Ushiwaka! Which, you know, I do, but that’s beside the point. Do you like Ushiwaka, Iwa-chan?” “Of course I don’t, what are you -,” “Because I could just get him to fuck me instead.” (Oikawa had slipped into a bad habit of teasing him like this, and he’d had enough of it. It was time for Iwaizumi to shut Oikawa up, and to shut him up good.)

Summary:  “The skirt seems like a fantastic idea in Oikawa’s head.” Oikawa tries a new method of seduction on Iwaizumi, and it proves effective, though not as he expected it would be.

Summary: Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, “Last time was supposed to be a one time thing,” he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.Oikawa’s lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi’s, “One time thing, Two time thing, what’s it matter as long as it’s not a Relationship thing?”

Summary:  In which Oikawa is a demon whose job is contracting humans for their souls, and his next victim is Iwaizumi. Somehow, what is supposed to be a quick case turns into a two year long affair – and then some.

Summary: In which Oikawa Tooru is a prince and Iwaizumi Hajime is his knight. “I want…I want…” Oikawa opened his eyes and for once Iwaizumi wished he couldn’t read them so well. ‘You. I want you,’ they said. Iwaizumi couldn’t let Oikawa say it for real, he couldn’t. It would destroy him. So he crashed his lips against Oikawa’s, silencing him, consoling him. “I know,” he whispered once they finally parted. He didn’t need to say that it didn’t matter what Oikawa wanted – what either of them wanted. They both knew already.

Summary: ‘A gift for you.’ Matsukawa’s voice echoed in his mind as he recalled the way his high school friend had slyly passed him a folded shopping bag under the table while they were in the middle of lunch. Matsukawa had insisted he look at it only when he got home, and feeling foolishly happy about the spur of the moment gift, he agreed. He wished, in hindsight, that he had looked instead. And that he had throttled Matsukawa for even thinking it was an appropriate gift.

Summary:  Oikawa might be a jealous person, but even that is nothing compared to the intrinsic possessiveness that all dragons have.

Summary:  for the “the new handyman’s hot so i’m gonna keep breaking stuff” au. Iwaizumi is the Handsome Handyman, and Oikawa is… Oikawa?

Summary:  There were things they always came back to. Some of those things were each other.
Or, Oikawa gets hit by an early heat, Iwaizumi carries him home. Something changes for the both of them.

Summary:  Despite common belief, making sure you don’t have to work a single day in your life is hard work. Luckily, Oikawa has mastered the skill.
But when his new target is the awfully… practical businessman Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa’s skills are put to the test, since Iwaizumi refuses to spend money on him. Yet, the two can’t ignore their mutual attraction, but with such different expectations for the relationship, there’s bound to be trouble.

Summary: This shower will be quick, Oikawa decides, reaching up for his luffa. He then goes to reach for his body wash. His eyes widen when he narrows in on the two objects in his hands. The luffa is white, and the body wash brand says Old Spice, something musky and masculine. Oikawa has never owned Old Spice in his entire life, and his luffa is definitely not white, looking like it came from some cheap dollar store.~AU where Oikawa accidentally stumbles into the wrong apartment.

#giggles #sweaters #kissing

Prompts: @sighmalfoy
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry wasn’t scheduled to be back from his overseas Auror operation for another day. He’d been planning to owl ahead but then decided to surprise his husband instead. Harry had been working so much, they’d hardly seen each other since Christmas. Harry often debated whether he should just retire and spend every waking moment with Draco. He loved his work too. Just not as much.

He entered the house quietly, determined to catch Draco by surprise just this once - he always seemed to know Harry’s move even before Harry did. Harry tiptoed past the living room, heading for the bedroom - it was late and Harry figured Draco would be in the middle of his nightly read before bed - but a flicker of light caught his eye.

Their fireplace was alight but not just with orange flame, a myriad of blues and pinks and greens and purples intertwined and wove themselves through the fire, a careful dance of light and colour. Harry’s eyes lowered to take in Draco, sitting before the fireplace, his wand rising and falling in time with the patterns of the fire.

Harry’s mouth fell open on its own. But it wasn’t the fire show that surprised him. He had seen it at Draco’s hand a million times before - each time as unique as the last. No, it was what Draco was wearing: a scarlet hand-knitted sweater. And Harry didn’t need Draco to turn around to know there was a big golden ‘D” knitted into the front.

“Honey, I’m home,” Harry called out softly, his voice teasing - Draco didn’t like to play domestic.

Draco was on his feet and twirling around in an instant, his wand pointed at Harry, the flames faltering sadly behind him. Perhaps surprising Draco when he was armed hadn’t been Harry’s wisest move.

Harry rose his arms in a mock surrender. “Surprise?”

Draco’s wand fell to the floor and he ran the small distance across the room to Harry, enveloping him in an impressively warm hug. Harry’s face was still cold from the icy wind outside and he gladly pressed it up against Draco’s chest - he’d been right about the D on the sweater.

“Harry.” Draco said Harry’s name, more breath than vocal chords, holding him tighter still. Harry knew exactly how he felt.

Harry lifted his head from Draco’s chest, gripped Draco’s hips for support and pushed himself up on his toes to gain the height required to play tongue-hockey with his husband. But he didn’t get further than a small peck before Draco was pulling away, giggling.

“Your lips are freezing,” he complained, holding Harry back by the shoulders.

“Maybe you can warm them up?” Harry suggested with a not-so-subtle raise of his eyebrows, leaning up again.

This time Draco let him, their lips meeting together in a clash of fire and ice. Draco’s lips were warm and soft, capturing Harry in a comforting familiarity. Draco. Husband. Home. Harry knew his own lips wouldn’t feel quite the same to Draco - the coldness had to be bracing. But after his initial complaint, Draco made no further comments, falling easily into a pattern they both knew.

Harry let his hands drop and sneak up beneath the hem of Draco’s sweater and up past his undershirt to land on the bare skin of Draco’s torso.

Draco jerked back immediately, giggling again. “Your hands!” He shouted. “They’re so cold!”

“Oh no, are they?” Harry asked, feigning innocence, and reaching for Draco again.

Draco darted backwards, quickly jumping behind the couch to keep his distance from Harry. “Can’t we just have a mature, romantic, calm reunion for once?” Draco pleaded, but he couldn’t quite keep the giggles at bay as Harry chased him around the couch, occasionally changing direction to catch Draco off guard - not that Harry could of course. At least not without Draco’s permission.

And sure enough, when they both started to pant - they weren’t as young as they used to be - Draco slowed down and let Harry catch him, pulling him onto the couch, or perhaps collapsing and rolling onto the couch. Either way, Harry ended up lying on top of Draco, hands sneaking back up his sweater again.

Except Harry didn’t quite get the reaction he was hoping for. Not that he minded Draco pushing up into his touch - not at all! - but he did love hearing that adorable giggle.

“They’re not cold anymore,” Draco said, smugly.

Harry pulled his hands out, and pretended to start getting up. “Well, if I’m already warmed up, I guess there’s no point - “

Draco held onto Harry tightly, pulling him back down. “Maybe I’m cold.”

Harry laughed at Draco’s pouting face. “Is that why you’re wearing the sweater you told me you’d never be caught dead in? The one you suggested we use as a foot towel?”

For a second, it looked as if Draco might be planning an excuse - but what could he say? He’d been caught out for the sentimental sap he really was - beneath his sometimes cool exterior. And it’s not like Harry didn’t know - it was the reason he fell in love with him after all.

Instead, Draco stared back at Harry, accepting the challenge, and responded with a simple, “Yes. I was cold.”

“You’re going to get one every year now, you know?” Harry said - both teasingly and fondly - it was often that way with Draco. “You’re part of the family.”

“I’m not a Weasley,” Draco responded drily, but the the corners of his mouth betrayed him - just like they had when Molly had gifted the sweater to him weeks ago. The barest hint of a smile that Harry knew very well. 

“No, of course not, “ Harry retorted. “You’re a Potter.” 

Draco rolled his eyes at that, but at the same time his lips grew wide into a fully fledged smile, a million times brighter than any fire. 

Harry felt himself imitating the smile on his own face. He settled his head down onto Draco’s chest, wrapping his arms around his husband. How wonderful it felt to finally be warm again. 

more like this l @queenofthyme

College AU Shance where Shiro is still older than Lance (maybe he went to the military out of high school and a few years after the “accident” he decided he was ready to attend college), but Lance is the funny first year gen ed teacher with a buff attractive male student with a prosthetic arm and a cool scar across his face sitting in the front row, smiling at him. All semester said student sends him looks while he’s teaching and Lance thinks he’s gonna die from embarrassment every time he starts stuttering because of it. After the final exam, Shiro stays late so he can finally ask out Professor McClain (not that he hadn’t tried a few times before, but Lance was very strict on his “I don’t date students” rule - mostly just because he was scared of getting fired on his first year - though he’d definitely expressed interest) Lance accepts the date now that Shiro technically isn’t his student anymore. They end up going on a date (and maybe a little more than that), Lance quickly finds out he has a thing for Shiro calling him “Professor” in a low voice.


“Takashi?” Lance asks, taking roll on the first day.

“I actually go by Shiro. Takashi makes me feel like I’m in trouble.”

“Okay, Shiro it is. I’ll make sure to only call you Takashi when you’re in trouble,” Lance says, perhaps a bit too flirty.

“I’ll try to stay out of trouble then, professor,” Shiro winks, flirting back.

Lance realizes he’s got a long semester ahead of him.